Things are quiet here at the in-laws. The Cowboys are playing (you know . . . football, like the Steelers), which is occupying the rest of the household. I can't pretend to be bothered by that, so I thought I'd take a few moments and update here.
This trip home has us feeling incredibly blessed. Our first six months in Pittsburgh have been rough. We've cried plenty, cursed our lives, been lonely, wondered whether or not we were going to be able to make rent, and more. There have been moments when we wondered what on earth we were thinking, moving away from friends and family and starting a new life there. It has not always been glamourous.
"What an adventure!" they all said, when we were packing our lives up in the Camry.
We knew what they meant: "I'd never want to do that . . . but good luck to you."
Coming home has been a revelation. We realize how much we've learned, particularly about relationships. It's not as hard as we always thought.
We're grateful for family. We literally are who we are because of our families, and it has been wonderful to see everyone again. It's been interesting now that we've really established our own household, independent of our families, that we can now redefine those relationships. It now falls on our shoulders to maintain contact with our families--refreshing, in a way.
My heart is full. To end with a quote from our first grade musical production, "The Littlest Christmas Tree,":
Christmas is love
Christmas is caring
Christmas is joy
Christmas is sharing
Christmas is what our dreams are made of,
But more than anything,
Christmas is love.
May your day be filled with all the love you deserve.